Though he kept grumbling about it inwardly, when it came to Zeus as a companion, if someone really wanted him to trade Zeus for some big-sister type, he definitely wouldn't agree.
Putting aside everything else, when it came to a sense of security, Zeus had it maxed out.
With such a huge hunk by his side, even a vicious ghost would have to hesitate upon seeing him.
And Zhao Dong remembered deeply how, back when everyone believed that dying in the spacetime reincarnations meant truly dying—
At the most critical moment, Zeus hadn't abandoned him, a burden who had already lost his fighting ability. Instead, he carried Zhao Dong on his back, intending to carve a bloody path out.
Zhao Dong had reviewed that round afterward. If Zeus had chosen to abandon him back then, given Zeus's combat strength, he would have had some chance of surviving.
In Zhao Dong's view, whether someone was important to him didn't depend on how good they were, but on how much they gave to him.
In this day and age, many people habitually remembered the good and forgot the bad. No matter how well you treated them, as long as one thing displeased them, they would remember only that one unpleasant matter and selectively forget all the good things.
Zhao Dong had no urge to criticize such people. He would merely choose to keep his distance from them.
There were all kinds of people in the world; not everyone possessed proper values.
He couldn't control others, but he could control himself and ensure that he had proper values.
Some things truly could be remembered for a lifetime.
Still, saying he had no regrets would be a lie.
Sometimes, Zhao Dong wondered whether, in some parallel spacetime, Zeus might be a cold and aloof